Even the bride in her white silk muslin gown, over which a flying cape did very little to protect it from the rain, ran towards the eye of light in the blackness and the clue of direction given by the boy’s voice.
“Look out for deep cuts,” the captain warned them. He, of course, was armed with his unfailing lantern, and as he warned the others he swept the light on their uncertain path.
“Oh!” Ruth cried out, “I’ve lost my moccasin!”
“Moccasin!” repeated Dudley. “How could you expect to keep those things on?”
“I didn’t expect to. I knew I’d lose them,” replied Ruth undaunted. “I’ve got to go back to the car. This is too muddy for my poor feet.”
“All right,” Cara agreed. “You can make it and we won’t be far away. We’ve got to get to the boy quickly.”
As a matter of fact, Babs was almost there. She had trudged on ahead, breathless to reach the boy who, she felt, must again have met with an accident. No boy, especially Nicky, would be in such a plight if he had not been disabled.
“Here, over here,” the boy called again. “Can you see my light?”
“Yes, we’re coming. Hold your horses,” called back Dudley, for they were almost up to the spot from which a bull’s eye light could be seen through the undergrowth.
Then they found him. The poor little chap!